He was a small man, not at all like Aleck in size or in features.

He looked haggard now and white.
"What do you make of it ?" he asked Lite.

"Do you believe-- ?" "Of course I don't! Great question for a brother to ask," Lite retorted sharply.

"It's not in Aleck to do a thing like that." "What made you say you saw him ride home?
You didn't, did you ?" "You heard what I said; take it or leave it." Lite scowled down at Carl.

"What was there queer about it?
Why--" "If you'd been inside ten minutes before then," Carl told him bluntly, "you'd have heard Aleck say he came home a full hour or more before you say you saw him ride in.